Ida Holmbom from Sweden wrote to me asking me to contribute to her breakfast blog . Other people ask my advice as a writer, from time to time. Here it is: never waste words. A sentence worth writing is worth publishing twice...
Tea. Assam. Harmutty Gold. I don't eat breakfast - sometimes in the early hours a chocolate biscuit - breakfast perhaps or late tea. No appetite in the morning at all. Just assam brewed for 3 minutes. No milk, no sugar. White bone china mug. Later on green tea (Dragon Well or mao jian) and later still Darjeeling (Castleton, second flush).
Except: when I'm away and then my ascetic morning needs bloom into ravening greed. For choice an American breakfast: sausage, pancakes, hash browns, eggs over easy...or in England the UK equivalent of a fryup: sausage, bacon, eggs, fried bread (I can do without the baked beans), a grilled kidney even. Though the right kind of caff is no longer on every corner. My breakfast tastes when I'm away are remarkably eclectic. I even take pleasure in those damp slices of white sliced toast with unpalatable mass produced marmalade in small pots. I can't say why. I also like pork scratchings, though not for breakfast.
Muesli, on the other hand, I won't eat anywhere. For a while I was at a vegetarian boarding school where huge tin bowls of wet pasty oats and dried fruit slopped about on the breakfast tables. Pale vomit. No matter how fashionable or organic or life-saving muesli becomes, I will not eat it. Porridge, on the other hand, I will eat - at home before bed sometimes; away, for breakfast, with or without a kipper.
I have discovered though that eating breakfast makes me hungry. If I eat in the morning, I'm ravenous a couple of hours later. If I just have tea, it can get to mid-afternoon before I start feeling hungry. Actually, eating always makes me feel hungry.